Lois Lays There Like A Dead Fish

The demon's words were meaningless to the reporter. After spending her entire career following a code of ethics, refusing to fuck and suck her way to the top of her profession, she had spread her legs and let herself get fucked for a story—it would almost have been better to Lois Lane right then and there if it had been ****. Yet now she couldn't pretend that she had been against it. She had asked for it, begged for it, done everything in her power to get Blaze's cum inside of her...and now she felt the most intense regret of her life.

Lois offered no resistance as Blaze drew her to lay back down on the bed. Limp as a corpse as the demon spread her legs and rubbed the head of her scarlet schlong on the reporter's pussy, pushing some of the cum oozing out of the fresh-fucked slit back inside. Yet Lois was lost inside of herself, hating herself for her horniness, her weakness. Knowing that her entire future with Superman was gone, that she would have to show up to the Daily Planet with a ballooning belly and milky tits, her figure ruined day by day as she grew fat and then...and then she would be a single mother, all alone to raise her bastard, and no one would want her then...

Blaze frowned as she pressed her cock into the reporter's slick channel. Lois Lane barely grunted. The pure white eyes of the demon took in her naked form, slim, fit and lovely from the soft palmfuls of Lois Lane's breasts to the slight swell of her hips, the dark straight hair that lay spread out like a black halo, the violet eyes that were so normally full of energy and fierce will, now half-lidded and staring off into space.

The demon's frown deepened as she noted the flickering colors of the reporter's aura. Dark, negative emotions raged across the reporter's form like a thundercloud, flickering with self-inflicted blows. The sexual excitement had stirred up long-repressed emotions and thoughts within the reporter that, Blaze could now see, had come together into a pall that clouded her thoughts and dulled her senses.

A red tongue slid out of Blaze's mouth as she licked her lips. For what she had planned for Lois Lane, that would not do at all. In such a state the reporter might try suicide...abortion...or simply dangerous behaviors like drinking that might hurt their still-unrealized child. No, Blaze decided that she had to do something...and she had just the right idea...